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She'd made her way to the Media library, the only place she figured would be a good p[lace for her to start looking up all of the shit that went down. There was a lot of information here, and she figured it would be the first place to start researching on the Ohm and the affect they were having on other worlds. She had already had an idea on the pathetic ass recon on the Ohm that some people had, but as far as she knew there seemed to be an easy going way about the people on the ship that she didn't like. Oh sure, there were some fledgling associations and some people were definitely more interested than others in eradicating the Ohm threat, but this was Hit girl on the job, and she was the type to not care what other sloppier people did.

So now, she could care less than she was one of the younger people on the crew underestimated because of her age. She could care less that her first attempt to collect information via the network had been maligned by some prick. She didn't even care that there were these fucking double standards on adults and teenagers and kids, who were supposedly the lower part of the chain here. What she did care about was that it was very likely that she would not know what it was like to be IN a normal situation for herself anymore: what proof did she have that she couldn't trust any of these people without them looking down on her? No, her vendetta against the Ohm was her own, and if she had to go it alone, well, more power to her. She was used to that.

It wasn't like Big Daddy was around to help with that, like in the old days. Sucky as it was, she could have used his help.

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Another person had made her way to the Media library, although Vita hadn't gone there with an expressed purpose, she simply was getting a feel for the ship as a whole - that just happened to include the library. The short woman had shouldered her large hammer, and was still wearing her strange, red dress. Including the hat.

She had seen bigger "libraries", to be honest, but it wasn't bad. Her little inspection was interrupted by noticing someone, a person about as tall as her. Hmm.

"You with these "outsiders"?" She asked Mindy out of the blue, wondering if she was with the group she had heard about on the network. After all, she hadn't met one of them yet.

Hit Girl looked up when she heard the approaching footsteps, but relaxed when she saw it was a girl jut like her. The butterfly knife was still at hr hip in case she needed to use it, but so far there hadn't been any reason yet. As far as she gathered, Stacy kept these people from going all apeshit on each other except for one place: The City. So if she ever went down there, she'd make sure to have it handy.

"Haven't decided yet," she said, glad that she wasn't the only newbie still on the fence there. "Doesn't seem to be any reason not to so far. If those guys are against the Ohm and for looking for a plan to fight them, it makes sense to join up. Still gathering intel to make sure they're on the up and up though, and I've at least met one of their leaders."

"I might help em train, if it's needed and they're up to the task." Vita said, and nodded. The girl she was talking to seemed sensible enough, seemingly less naive than, say, Caro back home. Armed, too. "Didn't meet em yet, though."

She looked around, at the terminals, and wondered what the other girl was looking for. Her world? Stuff about the ship? Well, it probably didn't matter.

"Name's Vita, and that's Graf Eisen." She padded her hammer with her free hand, and there actually seemed to be a slightly faint reply, in a male voice, saying - coming from said weapon.

((* Pleased to meet you in german))

"If they have training, I'll be all for it," Hit girl said. "It's been a little while since I've been in the suit, and I'm a bit rusty. My own fault for thinking I wouldn't be in the suit again, but what can you do? I wasn't prepared to have to try and save several planets. Still trying to wrap my head about the way these people think. I'm Hit girl."

The chick was armed...good. She wasn't the only sane person on ship who thought the possibility of being attacked by a fellow member was impossible.

Then it started to talk.

"The fuck?!" This plain startled Hit Girl, and that wasn't easy to do considering the first few days on the ship. "Why is that talking...in German?"

"Lots of weird people on this place, that's true." Vita agreed. Of course, most would consider Vita to be among those weird people, but eh...

Vita blinked as Hit Girl was startled, and then remembered that people in this place really didn't seem to know what these items were. She had expected them to be more common in different worlds, to be honest. Well...whatever suited these worlds, as long as the people didn't screw up.

"He's my Armed Device." She answered. "Think of them as some sort of weapon. He's talking in Ancient Belkan ~~which sounds german~~ because well...that's where ~~we're~~ he's from. Modern ones usually use English, I think. He's quite useful for doing our job. Smashing nasty things, that is."

"And nothing's consistent either," Hit girl said. "Told I'm not supposed to swear because its supposedly not allowed on the comms, and then I hear some adult just swearing it up. Where I'm from, certain characters are fictional in comic, yet here they are just walking around like its not a big deal."

"Man," Hit girl, said, shaking her head and looking at the device, "the longer I'm here, the more I start to wonder if they slipped something into my drink at school. Weapons usually don't talk...at least, none of mine do. Good thing too: they'd have some pretty gruesome stories to tell."

"What, those idiots have some kind of speech format?" Vita asked, puzzled. While she didn't really swear much, she was prone to sometimes call people what she thought of them. As for the fictional...

She didn't really know any fictional entities - maybe that were simply mythical people who actually existed and were forgotten, only to be remembered in stories? - but on the weapons, she had to agree.

"They have a lot to tell, for sure." She agreed. "Of course, if they can talk, they can watch out for you and detect enemies and the like."

"Apparently," Hit girl said, "and they get all mad when children are all swearing and whatnot. It's apparently something only adults can do. Well they're going to be pretty damn surprised when they hear me then.

Now that was an idea. She could certainly use someone having her back, considering she usually was going through all of this alone. Who knew, maybe she should go looking for a sidekick.

"So that's what yours does. Sounds really useful, actually. So what are you looking up here?"

"They should worry more about those Ohm, I think."

Who really cared about other people swearing? It wasn't really a big deal, unless you had a stick shoved up your butt. Vita could emphasize, in a way.

"Nothing much, I was just checking out the ship. Gotta know the terrain well if there's ever trouble inside. I can protect those I care about better when I know what's around me."

And that really was her reasoning. Not exactly the best, but oh well.

"You would think that would be the first thing on their minds. Apparently etiquette and politeness is the way we're supposed to fight the Ohm. Big and powerful, that is."

There was no mistaking the dripping sarcasm in Hit girl's voice.

"I hear you there," she said. "I'm doing the same thing, when it gets down to it. Of course, I'm not in the business of helping people on the ship. I don't even know them."

Well, maybe that Hiccup guy: he was pretty neat and didn't feed her BS.

"I'm sure the Ohm care lots about that, too." Vita remarked in agreement. Really, who cared about language as long as you kicked down the enemy good? Signum, probably, but Vita didn't really care about that much.

As for the second thing, Vita shrugged. "Someone has to watch out for the people I care about, so why not me?"

"Oh yeah, we get points for acting all pristine huh?" Yeah, Hit girl was beginning to like this Vita, whoever she was. She was definitely nothing like some of the brainless idiots she'd talked to on the ship.

Hit girl looked a little surprised. "So you've already found people to care about on the ship? How long have you been here?"

Vita laughed at that. "I know someone who'd think so, but she has a stick up her butt sometimes so she doesn't count."

She wasn't actually active on the ship, but really, Vita didn't feel that bad about badmouthing her, since, technically, it was pretty true. The other knight was way too stuck on mannerism.

"I just got out of those slime pods, but I've met some people from my world. They were in Mobile Section 6 back in Mid-Childa alongside me."

"You wouldn't believe the amount of jackassery I've seen, only being here a few days. Most people are ok, but some are just overly sensitive asses. Like, try asking a simple question and seeing where it gets you."

Granted, she could have been nicer about it, but Hit girl had a reputation to maintain. She could be nice when she was Mindy again.

"Lucky you," she said. "Who are they, so I'll know to keep an eye out?"

Where to start? It was quite a list.

"Well, there's my mistress, Hayate, of course, she's with the magical department. There's Nanoha, who leads the magical department and Fate, and the daughter of those two women, Vivio. And of course the two Rein's, though while they have the same name they look nothing alike. One's as tall as my hand and floats."

Quite a lot of people from her world, come to think of it. Not to mention the two others, Einhard and Cinque, who she wasn't too sure about.

Well that was definitely a lot of people. Whoever this girl was, she was lucky that she had a lot of her friends around.

"How do you have a daughter of two women? Last I checked, you needed a guy for that part." Not that it much mattered to her, but hell, if the way of obtaining a child was different in other worlds, she wanted to know about it. There was enough crazy things going on in this ship to boggle her mind why not one more?

"A floating chick too? Man, your world is WAY more interesting than mine."

Tavros backs out of one of the terminals, looking curiously at the pad he'd just checked out and balanced on his knee for the time being. He hadn't seen much of anything interesting as far as Alternian literature or music went, but since he's stuck on a ship run mostly by humans, it seemed appropriate to try some of these Earth stories on for size. 1001 Arabian Nights had caught his eye, and from the short introduction he skimmed, he finds it hard to believe the weird hornless species isn't more troll-like.

He's so lost in his own thoughts he nearly bumps into the masked girl in black.

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"Hey, watch where you're..." Her voice trailed off at the sight of the guy with horns on his head. What exactly did you say to that anyway?

"Who are you?" She blurted out.

"Oh, shit!"

Startled, he rolls out of her way then turns to face her. He seems totally contrite and stumbles over his words as he tries to apologize.

"I'm really sorry, uhh, I didn't bump into you, did I? Sorry, I was just... um... thinking about, other stuff."

Pause.

"Oh. I'm Tavros. Tavros Nitram. Who, who are you?"

Oh thank GOD, a kid besides her that swore. She could at least feel a little less annoyed for being interrupted.

"You did," she said, "but if that's gonna happen, maybe you should just do one or the other."

She gave him a just kidding smirk. "I'm Hit girl. What brings you here?"

He's by far one of the ones with better self-control, but who ever heard of a troll that didn't swear? He smiles sheepishy as she smirks at him.

"Yeah, uh, you're probably right about that, mostly. Sorry again."

Wait, Hit Girl? Really? He's heard some crazy names on this ship, but that's got to be an alias. Besides, there's the mask and all. He raises his eyebrows.

"I hatched, like, out of a pod. Not too long ago, actually. Are you some kind of, uh, superhero?"

"Well as long as you know it," Hit girl replied, "but next time, just keep an eye out. Some people are polite, but some are pretty damn rude about some things."

"Yeah, me too. We probably both came out at the same time. To answer your last question, technically, no. We have actual superheroes on this ship, with the powers and everything. I can't do anything like that: I just kick ass and take names. And I'm good at what I do, if you ask me."

Tavros shrugs. He hasn't run into anyone he thought was rude yet, but considering where he came from, it'd take a particularly nasty breed of rudeness for him to take notice. As she answers, he smiles a little. Kicks ass, takes names. He can respect that. And make an effort to avoid crossing her, while he's at it.

"Those are, uh, pretty good skills to have. I haven't run into anyone in costume, as in capes and stuff, but I've met a few people here, um, who have powers anyway."

He hesitates, then decides to just ask anyway.

"Is... that your real hair?"

"I haven't either, but that's probably because we haven't run into them in their uniforms yet, or they're still wearing those still suits or whatever. I'm pretty sure if we run into Superman or something, he'll be wearing his own clothes you'll see."

Here, she snickered. "Nah, it isn't but it isn't likely I'll be walking around in my actual identity. I have to keep those two separate for important reasons."

Tavros makes a face at her mention of the plantsuits. None of his troll shirts had made it onto the ship, and he still felt weird wearing something with a pulse.

"Yeah, uh, I get you. Hero anonymity, right? ...So if you're, apparently up here on business or something, um, what is it you're after?"

"Yeah, you get me," Hit girl said, glad this newcomer wasn't as stupid as some of the other people on the ship. "But as of right now, less about the hero stuff, more about my world getting blown up. I don;t take too kindly to that, if you catch my drift."

And now for that question. "Information. Gotta know about this ship, the people, the layout. In short? Everything mama bitch DIDN'T tell me."

Tavros nods, smiling at that. No nonsense, foul-mouthed, and getting things done. He can respect that.

"That's a good idea... there isn't a lot of, uh, stuff, about the Ohm, though. I looked. But, uh, maybe you'll do better."

"I'll do whatever I have to to find out," Hit girl said bluntly, cracking her fingers for special effect. "I'm not going to waste my time on small shit here. If I'm forced to stomach all of this as truth, I expect to at least get down to the bottom of the cancer in this place."

"I hear a lot from people, about it. They think the ship itself is a problem..." Tavros shrugs. "I don't really know, uh, one way or the other. But we're alive because if it, basically."

"I don't want to be 'just alive,'" Hit girl said. "I wanna know why I'm here, and my world is gone. I didn't have a whole lot going, but I was going to try something different. Now I'm here against my will, so I wanna make sure I'm making the right choice."

"Well... I, uh, I think it's more like..." Tavros seems a bit hesitant. He doesn't see Stacy as a bad thing, but at the same time he's not interested in arguing with Hit Girl.

"...it's more like, the ship pulls people to it, to keep them safe, and they're down below somewhere, uhh, in the pods. But for some reason only some of us are awake. You might have, um, friends down there. Me too. I hope, anyway..."

Hit girl shook her head. "Unless Kick ass is down there, I doubt there's anyone from my world that I give enough of a shit about to hope they wake up. As for that ship taking me here to keep me safe, that would probably ease my mind a little more if there wasn't that virus she released 'by mistake' on the crew. You ask me, Stacy has a weird idea of how to protect us."

Kick Ass? Seriously now, Hit Girl has a friend named Kick Ass? ...Okay, well that's actually kind of a good one. Tavros hopes this friend of hers gets hatched so he can meet someone with a name like that.

At her words, he nods a little.

"Even a, a really good lusus makes, um, a mistake every now and them. Though, uhh, I won't lie. That's a, pretty bad one, I think. And nobody really has any... any straight answers. Hell, I'm still not sure if the next, whatever-it-is, defense mechanism, won't actually, kill me."

If only he knew that she was a WAY stronger hero than Kick Ass, he might not have been so hasty in comparing the two. What was it dad said? He should call himself 'ass kicked?'

Not that she needed to be thinking about Big daddy right now, oh no. That would just be a mistake. Besides, she wasn't here to be all mopey, she had a job to do.

"That is a problem, isn't it? What if the next thing Stacy launches kills us? Nobody wants to talk about that, and I'm just willing to bet that its something over looked. This ship is so big, likely half of the people on it don't even know there was a virus. I mean, what's next?"

"Well, don't forget, there's the, uh, omnicoms. It's not too difficult to get a message across, to everyone if you need to. But, uh, you're right. It's a pretty huge ship, so maybe you'll find something the, uh, rest of us overlooked. Um, good luck with your... investigation."

He starts to roll off, then pauses. "Oh hey, um. Maybe you could, take this to the Outsiders. If nothing else, at, at least you'll get heard."

"I'm not going to count on the omnicom completely," Hit girl said. "Until I know all the p's and q's of the situation, and know who is in charge of the Omnicom network, I'll be really careful about what's said. But I'm going to find out exactly what happening."

She stopped, and looked thoughtful. "I'll see what happens. Thanks."

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